//------------------------------// // Letter // Story: Statues: Continuation // by TypewriterError //------------------------------// Majesty, If you are reading this it’s because you have done something to cause my death. I understand my death will not be intentional. I don’t know exactly what will happen, but I know that it needs to. You’ve lived almost all of your life in the statue garden, even before you had to remain there. All I feel in you is duty to the crown of Equestria. You will need more than that to lead your fellow ponies. Perhaps, my death will remind you why you began to fight in the first place. Right now, though this may sound selfish, I want you to miss me. Not for myself, but for you. I want to remind you, even if only a little bit, of the loss you felt that first night your father didn’t come to the statue garden. I want you to feel the loss when your sister would walk by you and not know why her mother looked up. I want you to remember the tears that you never shed when your sister came to the garden without your mother and you realized why. One day even your sister didn’t come back and you never figured out why. I want you to find out what happened to her. You stayed for your family. Unless you can remember them you will no longer remember why you’re fighting now. ~Heart Forge No tears. Nothing. She was going to keep her position and do her duty. Nothing more. Once she defeated the changeling hybrids she would return her Princess to her rightful mind and to her throne. It didn’t matter what he said. She would lead the armies of Equestria. She would show him... She would show him. She shot him again and he slid back into the mud by a few hooves. “Dig in! I’ve told you before! This is pathetic...” “Majesty please... I’m not used to this amount of force...” “You have muscle! You can fight! You can put up with this!” Another shot. “Let me catch my breath...” “I’m going easy on you! I’ve been giving everypony else full force and you’re not even at half!” Another shot. He was knocked to his knees. “Please...” “Get up!” Another shot, his muzzle was bleeding and everypony around them was staring so hard Majesty could feel it. “Majesty!” “Stand. Your. Ground!” Majesty screamed and fired another blow. He crumpled. Fell over onto his side. mud splashed around him and landed on his coat. Majesty’s throat was raw. Her cheeks were raging full of hot blood...but now the blood dropped out of her face. He wasn’t moving. There was no dignity in his death. No defending Equestria, no Changeling hybrid who finally killed him after hours of battle...just an angry unicorn killing an earth pony. Just mud with blood mixed in. She had enjoyed it. It felt good to hurt...to attack...to make him pay for what he had done and all that had happened...for trying to bring the memories back...for trying to hurt her. For trying to make her feel. It was his fault and he knew it! He didn’t die for anything. His death changed nothing. She hated him! He could never be forgiven. He never would be. He never...would be... He could never forgive her either for killing him. Majesty closed her eyes and held herself in. The first time she saw him, he was stone. He was a statue in the garden, waiting to be used for the Princess’ purpose. How was it that he could still feel up until his death? How could he remember her sister when she had chosen to forget? The door opened cautiously behind her. A white unicorn entered wearing a purple mane that was tied up and a sympathetic smile. “I have something for you. I thought...it might help.” She said and entered the room, lifting the tabby off of her back and placing it in front of Majesty. She said nothing else and left. Majesty looked down at the bandaged paw as the honey eyes of the cat looked up at her. It mewed, asking for Heart Forge. “He’s not coming back...he’s...he’s gone...like everypony else.” Majesty knelt down in front of the cat to explain it more clearly, “He died. He didn’t come and prepare himself to fight and he died because of it. He just wasn’t as strong as I thought he was...” But why was she explaining it to a cat? It couldn’t do anything to change what happened. She had always hated how Forge would sneak off to spend time making sure it was healing properly. It was more trouble than it was wroth. It walked to her hooves and chewed at the bandage on its paw. “No, no, no...he wanted you to keep it on.” Majesty said gently, nudging the kitten with her muzzle. The little body radiated heat and—oddly enough—some of the perfume Rarity wore habitually despite Majesty’s frequent suggestions to cease. When Majesty pulled her head back the kitten crawled over to her forehooves and settled its body between them. Majesty, her curiosity getting the better of her, laid her ear to the expanding and contracting back of the little creature. Its heart was rhythmic and rapid with the lungs adding occasional swells of breathing. This was life. Being alive. Breathing in and out with the conduction of your heart. Having blood rush in your veins. Having somepony close enough to you to feel their warmth... Having somepony to walk through the garden with... Having somepony to care about... Majesty felt the kitten tense up as her tear fell on it. “Oh, I’m sorry...” she said, lifting her head. The kitten rubbed it’s back on Majesty’s chin to wipe the water off then gave up and curled up under Majesty's neck for warmth. Majesty hesitated then placed a small kiss on top of its head. Her breath shivered and she felt another tear drop onto her forelegs. “Her name was...” she tried, “Her name was...” Her coat was blue like her father’s. “Her name was... Her name... was...” Her eyes were like Majesty’s, orange and yellow. But what was her name?